The Forgotten Chocolate
by Imogen Carrick, Harkaway Hills College
Finalist, Years 7 – 8, written poetry
I am so lonely,
All on my own,
Like Eponine, forgotten
On the streets of Paris.
Forgotten and abandoned,
Hidden deep inside the cupboard.
Where the dust settles thick,
Where no hands dare to reach.
Wait, here comes the salt!
Maybe he will talk to me, love me,
Like a friend.
But salt is…well, salty.
A hand reaches in.
Could it be my turn?
No, it passes by,
Grasping the salt instead.
Why am I so forgotten?
I thought humans liked me,
I thought I was supposed to be licked off their lips.
Have I gone stale, have I gone bad?
I try to stay fresh,
Wrapped tight against the air,
hiding from the heat and humidity,
Wishing my sweetness alive.
Sometimes a hand reaches for mild mayo,
Or for vinegar’s tangy bite.
I watch and wonder
What can I bring to the table?
Then, a voice!
“Can I have the chocolate?”
a hand reaches out,
And this time it grabs ME!
The hand breaks me up into pieces,
One for each mouth to feed.
My dream comes true.
I am to be shared and enjoyed at last!
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